The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature appeared awaking to happiness. ‘We?’ Gerald smiled. " "Are you man, or fiend?" exclaimed Trenchard, staring at the stranger, as he concluded his narration. At this place of refuge, situated in the heart of Wapping, near the river-side, he arrived in less than an hour, in a complete state of exhaustion. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. "I am happy—quite happy now. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance.
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